The Fallacy

The times don’t even matter
When the world is spinning faster
Closer to the sun each evening
Into the dawn we’ll start burning
If these times don’t even matter
And we can’t find ourselves sooner
The road will become barren
The dust storms will be our children

Every mountain has been climbed
Every plain and ditch mined
Oceans swept and silent slept
While we remain quite inept
Nature purrs as we grind
Leaving all natural order behind
Where is there to go now
But into a distant black hole

Children learn of worldly hate
While leaders just sit and wait
Letting educators lose hope
All easy prey left for dope
Love and religion may be lost
If our idols are teenage stars
And reality is televised idiocy
Begging us to be left free.

Finding a stable path is fraud
For life is precarious at best
Marshes are vast and perilous
Heights upon heights ominous
As climbing requires fallacy
Falsifying our own identities
To become what should be
The very fabric of popularity.

Then upon a precipice we stand
Seeing what can be called human
A world devoured of decency
Living in a fevered fallacy
A deception of perfection
Could there be some redemption?
Only the winds of change know
If there is any future for us now